Falling Up

(Absurdism)

I open my eyes and find myself on a golden rope. I look up and gaze upon a dazzling green light, which is in the middle of a floating landscape. The color pulls me closer like a fly to a light bulb. As I climb higher and higher, I begin to feel heavy. I hold on to the rope with my right hand, using the left to search my pockets for any dead weight. I pull out what appears to be six dolls the size of ants. I throw them into the air. As they fall down to the ground, I fail to realize that the six ant sized dolls were my sister, brother, mother and three of my best friends. I climb higher and higher until I feel heavy once again. I search my other pocket and find a crumbled piece of paper that feels more like a dumbbell. I toss it to the ground, unaware that my humility, patience, honesty, soul and respect, were all written on the paper that was now falling towards the Earth. I climb higher and higher until I feel heavy again. Both of my pockets have already been searched, so I scan my body until I find a strange metal belt wrapped around my waist that has a clock in the center and the word free engraved on outer rim. I hurl it at the clouds without knowing what it really was—my free time. I climb higher and higher until I finally reach the green light. I’m overcome with joy as I pull myself into this foreign place. As I enter this new realm, I see people screaming while others laugh. I see oceans of fire flowing through the brimstone floor. I see creatures with horns and arrow shaped tails. I see that I’m in hell.

Acirema

They met. He leaned. He missed. She laughed. He blushed. They kissed. They stopped. They stared. Time passed. They cared. They laughed. They grew. They packed. They flew. They arrived. They moved. She worked. She worked. She paid. He cleaned. The home, he stayed. They loved. They smiled. They made their child. They planned. They bought. They argued and fought. Their problems began to pile.

She worked. She worked. She worked. He cooked. He cooked. He cooked.

He left. The friend, he met. The chance, she took. She called. She answered. She greeted. She waited. She came. She cheated.

I’m Sorry

(Micro Fiction)

Tears of sadness drowned the occasion. Rain poured down on the few people dressed in darkness. The body was slowly lowered into the Earth. A soft painful voice muttered, “I’m sorry.”

One month before that, bullets pierced through his skin. His body slowly fell to the floor as the pain ran through his veins. The feather like statue fell to the floor in joy. The motivation and the reason to live that had once weighed him down vanished long ago. Life was meaningless and his death was a celebration.

Two months before that, his nights were sleepless. Dark thoughts clouded his mind. He was unable to find the same happiness that had once filled his life. The smiles that had once been glued to his face felt distant, too far for away from him to grasp.

Three months before that, his sorrow rained down on the letter. He re-read it over and over again, making sure the message was clear. He couldn't comprehend how she could break her promise, how she could do such a terrible thing. In his mind, two of the words haunted him day and night, "I'm sorry."

Four months before that, he found himself in a foreign land. Thoughts of death seemed to run laps around his head. It took him a long time to get use to the tasteless meals, cold showers and strict schedules. The only thing that gave him comfort was the thought of returning to his beautiful home. He thought of going back to how life used to be, how life should be.

Three months before that, he was enjoying the company of his television and his cozy leather couch. The mail man came by to drop off his letters. He walked slowly and cocky, reading the good news before he opened the letters. He was expecting to hear from his brother who had just been signed to a major record label. As he started opening his mail, one letter struck his body with a cold shock. He had been drafted.

Two years before that, he was staring at the love of his life; the one who had always been there for him. The only ladder that helped him climb out of bed every morning. The only one he could trust. The one he knew would never bring pain to his life. They exchanged two words. I do.

One year before that, his girlfriend was promising that she wouldn't break his

heart. He explained how his past relationships ended in nothing but tears and disappointment. "I'm not sure I could take another blow to the heart," he told her. "It might just kill me."

As The World Falls Apart

As the world falls apart, Michael Moore blames the media for filling the world with stress. The media blames hip hop for installing so much violence, and making the world a mess. Hip hop blames the president for sitting on his ass, while the world gets devoured. The president blames Al Qaeda for hijacking a plane, and blowing up the towers. Al Qaeda blames the president for initiating the war. They blame and blame, then they blame some more, until the world falls apart.

Love Story

Late one night, we were talking on the cell.

Something wasn’t right, on the phone, I could tell.

Her voice was shaky. She quit speaking.

I started reminiscing; over the weekend.

I called her on Friday. She answered on Sunday.

I was up on the highway in a new Hyundai.

It wasn’t my day; she was busy till Monday.

She told me she’d be up on the runway.

Even when she told me, something seemed wrong.

When she came up to hold me, something was gone.

I didn’t feel passion, but where did it go…?

She was getting action, but where? I don’t know.

Thinking back I remembered seeing my best friend.

Strange thing is I saw him in a brand new Benz.

I asked him, “Where’d you get that kind of dough?”

Time passed and she yelled that, “It’s time to go.”

I recognized the Benz, and then I remembered.

She drove it with her friends, back in November.

All these thoughts just rushed to my head fast.

She began to talk, but I hushed her and said that,

“You don’t have to speak because I already know it…

You had your chance and you might have blown it...”

Tears rolled down. She broke out crying…

I said, “Slow down.” She said, “I’m trying…

”She said, “Are you hurt?” I said, “I’m fine and…

Let’s make this work, but no two timing…”

She said, “I know I’ve been so unfaithful…

and to have this chance, I am one grateful…

chick, but I still feel so damn hateful…

It’s, ‘cause I lied and made you take bull…

shit. But I promise to be honest…

I’ll give my love, and all my homage......

Never will I do your friend again…

It’s just us two, that’s the end of him…

Two weeks passed and things were better…

I knew things were good and we would last forever,

now that we had passed all of the bad weather…

I thought about how we became true lovers,

while I was home putting on new covers…

I took off the old ones and found two rubbers…

My whole jaw just fell to the floor…

She came through the door and I said once more,

“You don’t have to speak because I already know it.

You had another chance and you’ve already blown it.”

Human nature

When he went outside to his wooden patio, he didn’t notice the green leaves

dancing in the wind. He didn’t notice the lotus flowers blooming with beauty. He didn’t notice his mandarin fish swimming gracefully in the pond. He didn’t notice the golden gifts the sun had sent him. He didn’t notice the birds in the sky, filling his ears with a peaceful melody. He didn’t notice the cool breeze blowing against his slim structure. He didn’t notice the morning dew glistening across his garden. All he noticed was a small weed in the middle of his backyard.

“What an ugly day,” he said to himself.